Chapter Twenty-Eight: Hunting Oriental Beauties and Waiting for the Wind to Come
"Translation!" Wang Rulong used his eyes to subdue demons and eliminate demons, glared angrily at the interpreter and shouted: "Dare to say a word nonsense, I want your dog's life!" β
"Yes, yes." The interpreter was so frightened that he trembled and stammered his translation.
After he finished translating, the Portuguese led by him was still unconvinced: "You have already formed a grudge with the Japanese, do you still have a grudge with our Portuguese navy?!" β
"There is an old saying in the Ming Dynasty that grievances should be resolved rather than settled. Believe me, maintaining friendship with us is essential for the safety of your sea routes! Another Portuguese even threatened: "You know, we have a hundred galleons like the Governor of Goa!" If necessary, we can drive into Dagukou! β
Obviously, it's not been a day or two that these Portuguese want to fart.
It's good that they didn't say this, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they brought back a very bad memory of Zhao Gongzi.
"Come on, then!" Zhao Hao Huo Ran got up, stepped on the Taishi chair with one foot, and said angrily: "Decades ago, you invaded our Tuen Mun and Sai Cao Wan and returned with a feather. This time, I want you to sink into the sand and drive you out of Ho Jing O! β
Then he pointed at the Portuguese who threatened to march into Dagukou, and shouted: "Take him down for me!" β
Two burly guards stepped forward and instantly knocked him to the ground, his hands tied with cowhide ropes like lightning.
"I pronounce the verdict in the name of the commander-in-chief of the Ming Imperial Tamluo Garrison District, you insulted my Ming Emperor, threatened my Ming safety, and were convicted of disrespect and treason, and the two crimes were punished concurrently, and you were sentenced to life hard labor without parole!"
Zhao Gongzi pronounced the verdict on the spot, in fact, he still wanted to beat the red-haired ghost severely to vent the resentment in his heart...... But he has already announced the abolition of corporal punishment. If you go back on your word, is that a spanking in the ass? That's a slap in the mouth.
"Ah......" The interpreter was startled, and said in his heart that he would have to serve a lifetime of hard labor? Hurriedly stammered: "Father-in-law, son-in-law, the two countries are still at war." β
"You dare to insult Ben Gongzi?" Zhao Gongzi sneered and said, "Sentence you to three years of hard labor...... Oh no, seven years! Four more years for you because you forgot what country you are from! β
"I am a citizen of the world......" interpreter slumped to the ground.
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Because Zhao Gongzi needed someone to report the news, the Portuguese led by the remaining one were lucky to escape.
It seemed that he was worried that this frightened and stupid two hundred and five would not be able to completely convey his meaning back, so Zhao Hao wrote another letter of war and asked him to take it back.
Aboard the Duke of Goa, Father Torres speaks Chinese and knows Chinese characters. How could a Jesuit missionary in East Asia not master the universal Celestial Empire dialect?
He translated the war letter for Colonel Pinto:
"You Franc Robot men are indeed known for their strong guns, but you have never faced so many cannon attacksβI have five hundred of the latest bronze heavy guns on my ships, and they are twice as fast as yours. Although you have two huge warships, in my eyes, your warships are worthless, and our Ming Dynasty's Wanhu Wuwei ship is the best! Moreover, I am more than ten times as many as you. As soon as my cannons fire, your ships will crumble and collapse, and I won't even have to lose a single soldier. β
After a pause, the old priest turned the page and continued:
"But since you are willing to negotiate, then this prince will generously grant you a chanceβas long as you surrender before dawn tomorrow and leave Japan immediately, I guarantee your personal and financial safety. Otherwise, after sunrise, ten thousand cannons will fire in unison, destroying the withered and decaying, and you will be reduced to skeletons in the sunken ship. Black and white, as evidence...... Zhao Zhao, chairman of Daming Royal Shipping Corporation. β
"Arrogance!" Captain Pinto sneered when he heard this: "Since you despise us so much, why didn't the Ming warships attack directly, and only anchored at the mouth of the bay for what?" β
"Naturally, they are afraid." Although he had boarded this carrak galleon countless times, each time Father Torres felt that it was a miracle. It was the Lord who gave them the most powerful missionary weapon for these faithful shepherds.
"Who wouldn't be timid in the face of such a great Duke of Goa?"
"Yes, praise God." Pinto smiled and nodded. I don't know if the hegemony has worked, he has regained a lot of self-confidence and said: "In the Indian Ocean, in the South China Sea, we have won countless victories by being outnumbered. This time will certainly be no exception! β
"Colonel, we reject him?" The adjutant asked, "And launch a knightly challenge?" β
"No, no, no, my little Lucas." Pinto shook his head, straightening his diaper...... Oh no, it's 'Kodopes', I just found out that I had crooked it when I climbed the pole before. "It's not in Europa, nobody asks us to be chivalrous, and no one knows what chivalry is."
"A grandson admired by the people of the Ming Kingdom said that soldiers are not tired of cheating." Saying that, he smiled slyly and said, "Ask the priest to help write a reply, just say that we will seriously consider their suggestions, and hope that they can abide by the trust of the Heavenly Empire and not attack us at night." β
Father Torres readily agreed, went into the captain's quarters and began to write.
Pinto whispered to his lieutenant, "Pass the order, let them hurry up and sleep, and let the cook cook a delicious Portuguese stew to treat the whole ship." As long as the wind changes tonight, we will break out in the night! β
"Always remember, little Lucas, in the Navy's code, there is no passive defense, only offense and offense!"
"Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Colonel!" The adjutant looked at the captain gratefully, and said in his heart that if ordinary students were not good, they would be good teachers. Pity......
"Just Mr. Colonel, what if the wind doesn't change tonight, or if there is no wind?" He asked again.
"Then wait until tomorrow, the wind will always change." Captain Pinto shrugged indifferently. "Anyway, the officials of the Ming Kingdom are all open-minded when they see the money, so they will send a few bags of gold over tomorrow morning, and then find a reason to prevaricate."
Although he was reluctant to act rashly when the wind was headwind, he was not afraid to teach a lesson to those Ming Dynasty people who had always been arrogant and thought they were the chosen people.
Because his ship was as tall as a building, the Ming Dynasty could not take the ship at all. The thick and sturdy oak hull can withstand most of the shelling. Even if you eat heavy artillery at close range, it will not cause a large bullet hole when the shell penetrates the hull...... While flying oak shards may kill or injure the crew, they do not damage the overall structure of the vessel.
Only in the event of a fire, and if the fire spreads hopelessly, it is possible to destroy the Duke of Goa. But the well-trained 'monkeys' will do a good job of damage management...... Such are the benefits of fighting at sea. The ship sank and everyone had no way to live, so you don't have to worry at all, the crew will not be desperate. If you were on land, you would have to be like an animal trainer, staring at these stupid and greedy creatures with bananas in one hand and a leather whip in the other.
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The warships of the two sides were less than a kilometer apart, but the transmission of the message had to be reversed three times through the small boat, which was very time-consuming and laborious.
By the time Zhao Hao received the Portuguese's reply, it was already dark.
He was enjoying a well-cooked dinner with Wang Rulong, Ma Yinglong and his eldest nephew in the dining room of his bedroom. Although she can't stir-fry on the boat, Sister Qiaoqiao, who is becoming more and more skilled in cooking, still uses stewing and steaming to cook delicious dishes for Zhao Hao. So that the son who has lost his appetite at sea will not delay his growth and development.
At sea, it is necessary to save food, so Zhao Gongzi often invites Wang Rulong and them to have lunch or dinner together, and everyone chats together...... He is the chief police officer of the garrison district, and it is his duty to grasp the ideological dynamics of his subordinates.
At first, these guys thought it was a chore to eat with their son, but they soon fell in love with Qiaoqiao's cooking skills...... In particular, the chef on board can make the best ingredients into a messy stewed cauldron, which shows the skill of the pretty chef.
So these guys came to report their thoughts as soon as they arrived at the meal, and they refused to leave after finishing the meal, but they really pointed out that the son could keep the meal. In the boring voyage, it is a great spiritual comfort to be able to fight tooth sacrifices.
Zhao Gongzi drank Jinling-style duck and radish soup deliciously, while looking at Pinto's reply, and said in amazement: "This Portuguese calligraphy is better than what we write." Well, the choice of words and sentences is also exquisite, it is a little devil smell. β
"I guess it's a Jesuit missionary in Japan." Ma Yinglong swallowed the sauce and meat stew in his mouth, and said with a smile: "I heard that they are all well-educated people and are very respected by Japanese daimyos. β
"Hmph, ulterior motives!" Wang Rulong snorted, he didn't believe that someone came to Japan thousands of miles away, purely to do good deeds.
"Really." Zhao Gongzi said with a smile: "But their set is destined to be uneaten in our Ming world." Those Kishitan daimyo were all dried and covered with ......"
He originally wanted to say that if this thing was spread to North Korea, I am afraid that many people of the Li Dynasty would believe it. But after thinking about it, Li Chaoren now believes in Confucianism, how can he tolerate this thing in his heart? I'm afraid that if I show my head a little, I will be shouted and killed.
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After a little emotion, Zhao Hao handed the letter to Wang Rulong and said, "What do you think?" β
Wang Rulong glanced at it and sneered: "The red-haired ghost still wants to play tricks with us, and when we play the thirty-six tricks, they are still squatting on the tree." β
"So, they might be going to be demons tonight?" Zhao Gongzi asked softly.
"Then we'll have to be on guard." Ma Yinglong hurriedly asked, "When will they start?" β
"It's very simple, just look at the wind." Wang Rulong saw through Pinto's spleen and lungs at a glance and said: "If there is a northeast wind tonight, this guy will definitely take a risk." Emphasizing that if we don't attack at night, we are being thieves without knowing it! β
"Well, that makes sense." Zhao Hao took a sip of pumpkin milk soup, nodded approvingly, and said, "It seems that no matter how much the little ghost jumps, he can't jump out of the palm of Hades." I'll ask Brother Wang tonight. β
"Don't worry, Childe!" Wang Rulong patted his chest and said, "If they are allowed to escape from Futian Bay, I will come to see them!" β
ps. There's no reason for it today, it's not good to pay the bills, I'll write another chapter, you can read it tomorrow morning.